Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 130.2
Further on, we saw a light that looked like a bonfire in what appeared to be the center of the village.
We ran in that direction, and what we saw there were dozens of frightened villagers still alive, surrounded by a mass of corpses and Undead and a single figure that seems to be the culprit to this whole thing.
There were people who were still alive. More than that, there were those who were dead. As I was searching for a way to save the villagers, who were all bundled together in the village square, just waiting to die, a voice that sounded like the sound of a bell suddenly echoed in the night.
A pitch-black figure turned towards us who was looking at the villagers and asked who in a strangely accented language.
The figure easily spotted us in the darkness, especially Carla, who had no Concealment skills. Was that the Vampire that attacked the village? Or was it another entity? The figure slowly turned around, its profile emerging in the faint light of the bonfire.
The figure’s skin was black and lustrous, like polished obsidian. Long ears protruding from silver hair. Reddish golden eyes reflecting us.
The girl was a Dark Elf, just like my Master Cerezelura. And on this continent, she was known as the [Evil Race], an existence that opposes the humans, forest elves, dwarves, and beastmen.
This was the first time I had seen a Dark Elf other than the Master, but how could an entity also known as the Evil Race, be in this country? There was no war with the demons in the last few decades. It was not as if she had escaped from the land of the demons like my master….
The Dark Elf girl clearly had malicious intent against the people of this country.
“Please help us!”
“Please, please save me!”
When the villagers, who had survived, had gathered, two young women had appeared at night. They immediately made desperate and distressed cries, while the Dark Elf girl blatantly frowned at their pleas.
Before we could stop her, the girl’s right hand shook, and a black iron chain in her hand smashed off the head of the man who screamed first.
[—-][Race: Dark Elf Female][Rank 4]
[Magic: 243/285][Strength: 265/265]
[Total Combat Power: 940].
The villagers around me screamed as they were covered in blood and flesh. As I was about to jump out of the way when I saw this, the Dark Elf girl again waved her chain and struck the ground where the villagers were, stopping their screams and my movement.
“Who are you two? You guys seem strong.”
“…Why are you here, Dark Elf?”
The Dark Elf girl nodded her head. She was probably not as old as she looked, since she was an elf species with a long life span, but for some reason, she seemed even more absent-minded.
“We see humans, kill, you got it?”
I pulled out a black Throwing knife at the same time as I muttered that, and it pierced through the girl’s golden right eye.
But when the girl, who had almost collapsed for a moment, stepped on her feet and pulled out the knife that had pierced her while glaring at me with her remaining eye, the wound regenerated as I watched.
“…So, you were the Vampire”
The girl affirmed my mutter while throwing away the bloody knife.
She was not just an Evil Race, this girl was the original Vampire who had attacked this village. I guessed that the reason this girl could still tolerate me and Carla after appraising her fighting ability was because of her arrogance as a powerful being.
The reason for her absent-minded impression and reserve was probably because she had lived longer than any of us, despite her young appearance as an elf and an undead.
Even if it wasn’t that great from her presence, it was best to assume that she was a senior Vampire and would have at least twice the combat power present in her status.
A Vampire with a fighting strength of around 2000; moreover, the Evil Race has no idea what kind of hidden ball it has.
“The Chief of the Vampire Clan told Sarara to increase minions. You and your people will be my servants. The chief will be pleased.”
With a snap, the girl – Sarara – snapped her hand, and four villagers who had become Vampires and a dozen who had become failure began to move with the eyes of a bloodthirsty beast.
Vampire clans…perhaps there were clans of Vampires only in the Evil Race country. I thought for a moment that Carla’s purpose was probably to find such people in this country, and I looked at her for a moment.
Immediately, I too regained the grip on my knives and held them up in both hands. The four Vampires were a pain to deal with, but were undead and were simply hard to kill, they didn’t realize that they were dead already dead.
But then a young voice rises from among the surviving villagers.
“Father! Please don’t kill my father!!”
A seven- to eight-year-old boy cried out with tears in his eyes, and a woman who looked like his mother hurriedly took him in her arms and covered his mouth.
The boy’s father must be among this Vampire or a failure. The appearance of failure was no different from that of a human being. But a Vampire’s servant was the same as a monster. An adult may be able to reason this out, but a child who lost his parents would never be able to accept it.
The Vampires and the failures attacked. The boy’s eyes staring at them reminded me for a moment in my mind of my father and mother, who were kind to me.
At that moment–
A pillar of flame that cut through the night burned the two Vampires that rushed in, and only the lower half of the burned body fell forward, walking only a step or two.
There were screams from the villagers who witnessed those who had been burned, probably someone they knew, and the Vampires and failures, instinctively aware of the danger, stopped in their feet. Sarara’s eyes widened at the power of the attack.
“Would you let yourself be killed for that child? Shall I butcher him for you? Hmmm…”
With flames in both hands and an enormous amount of magic, Carla stepped forward in amusement. If Undead were my opponent, she would have a better chance than me with her fire sorcery. But…
I waved my hand lightly in Carla’s strange concern, and exhaled deeply.
There was still weakness in me. I decided to be strong in my heart, and even if I couldn’t match her in skill or strength, I would not lose to her in heart, but I was still naive.
My enemies were already “ahead” of me.
I would not stop until I had dealt with all of them.
I turned my eyes to Carla, one of my enemies, and brandished my knife to the side as if to cut off my childish naïveté.
“I’ll take care of these guys on my own.”
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